Paradise

The title is Paradise. When you are busy at the end of the year, you suddenly wish you could go somewhere in paradise and spend your time dancing and not thinking about anything. Especially if there is a problem and you are under pressure that the year will not end if you don't do anything, you get stressed out and get sick of it. I really want to go to paradise and laze around. It's an escape from reality. It would be great to spend a whole day, morning to night, swaying to a slow rhythm. In reality, reality is a paradise lost, and you get tired because of ties, complacency, power harassment, and so on. So, it is a paradise.